Below is Chapter 21. I thought I would have been be able to progress the
story further than I have and I must confess with parts of this chapter I’m a
little out of my comfort zone (and I apologise in advance if readers
sensibilities are affronted). However Lady Charlotte felt it necessary to
record a certain aspect of Aubrey’s education which would not usually be
mentioned in polite society.
Hopefully you will not be too vexed.
As always many thanks to everyone for continuing to support the story, particularly
those who took the time to comment and tick the ‘more’ box. I know interest in
the story may be waning but apparently there is still a reasonable cohort of readers who
remain engaged with Aubrey’s journey.And as I’ve said before that’ what drives
the story is reader interest so there will be at least another 2 chapters.
Her Ladyship has informed me that she has just received a communication
the Countess outlining her plans for tomorrow so I had better get going.
Oh dear, that’s her ringing the bell now. I hope I haven’t made any spelling errors.
Take care
Carrie
PS
The illustration bears no relationship to the text
A Very Victorian Education
By
CarrieP
Chapter 21
The interconnecting door to his
sumptuously, if exceedingly feminine, bedroom closed leaving Aubrey St. Clair
alone.
Alone and in a heightened state of emotional
turmoil.
He
could not remember a time in the last several months when he had the luxury of
his own company. Every waking moment had been spent in the small circle of
women that comprised of Lady Charlotte de Winter and her all-female domestic
staff. This suffocating, stifling, oppressive and domineering coterie of women
had conspired to keep him dressed in gowns of satin, silk, taffeta and every
other conceivably soft feminine fabric known to man or more accurately -woman.
Now, for once unaccompanied by his female
tormentors, and for the first time since he entered this house of women he felt
his legs encased in trousers rather than the petticoats and skirts that had
become his everyday garments. It was a very strange feeling and he found it
difficult to comprehend. For months he had to be careful near low tables for
fear of knocking over delicate ornaments or figurines with his voluminous
skirts. Aubrey thought it would be a seamless transition reverting to male garb
however, to his surprise and shame, just
like any woman he still found himself clutching at imaginary skirts when
walking even a short distance. He stood in
front of his bedroom mirror gazing at the image reflected back at him and
barely recognised the image looking back at him. Every day during his torment he was stood in front of this very same looking
glass by Alice, his Governess to ensure he was confronted with his feminine
image. When she was not in attendance her place was taken by one of the several
maids employed by Lady Charlotte, and although they were never overtly disrespectful
it was obvious to him that they viewed him as a source of enduring
entertainment. After all how many maids got to dress a young man as a girl
every day.
This unexpected return to male garb should have been a moment to savour, to
finally witness the long awaited renaissance of his physical identity as a
confident, and vigorous young man. The reflection did indeed display a
fashionably attired figure, dressed in an impeccably cut suit from one of
Jermyn Street’s finest emporiums of gentleman’s outfitters. His white shirt and
stiff collar under an elegant waistcoat, a gold chain betraying the expensive
watch tucked neatly into the pocket on the right side. However even he could
see there was something odd, something a little peculiar, something not quite
right about the appearance of the young man in the mirror. There was no display
of the self-possession; none of the hauteur
associated with a young man of his class instead there was nervousness, diffidence,
timidity even. It was not a quality anyone who knew him would have ascribed to
Aubrey St. Clair.
“It is me,” he whispered
desperately trying to reassure himself as he moved closer to the mirror.
At
least it looked very like him, yet for some reason he struggled to fully convince
himself that the figure gazing back at him was an actual male. He scrutinised
the reflection and even touched it to ensure it was not just a figment of his
imagination or even a dream. He had waited for this moment for months and now
that it had arrived he found it difficult to recognise himself. The image of a
well dressed young man was not what he usually saw when checking his appearance
and now he was having difficulty in discerning masculine features in the figure
staring back at him. Dismayed he reluctantly had to admit that, as much as he
wanted to, he could not confidently determine if the vision in front of him was
male or female. He planted his legs apart placing his hands on his hips trying to
create a manly stance, a more self-assured, cocky pose.
It was an improvement but still lacking in
a certain something, something that he found hard to put his finger on. No
matter what posture he adopted it still fell short of red-blooded manliness,
there was a certain vulnerability, an almost perceptible softness, about the
reflected figure that could be described in many ways and none of them included
the word masculine.
“Delicate.” he said quitely to the empty
room, settling on the least offensive word and once more attempted yet another
masculine stance “Definitely not effeminate- no matter what Lady Charlotte and
Alice think.”
This little performance took only a minute
or two before he suddenly realised it had distracted him from a problem that he
was sure would very shortly enter his bedroom.
“Roberta!”he said naming the reason
for his anxiety and his head turning nervously towards the bedroom door.
He instinctively knew that sooner or later
she would appear and with no lock on the door he would be at her mercy. He
strongly suspected that her arrival would happen when everyone had retired and
were soundly asleep. It was what he had done when attempting to seduce several
servant girls in various houses he had visited with his mother. A hand over the
mouth and his superior strength ensured no alarm was raised. He too would be
asleep when she struck, too late to call for help, Lady Charlotte would not
hear as she was a sound sleeper and the servants’ quarters were too far away. This
would now surely be his fate, within seconds Roberta’s hand would be between
his legs and she would discover the truth. His life would be ruined.
Panic engulfed him. He paced the room, he
placed a chair at the door handle but doubted such a fragile defence would
deter someone a determined as Roberta. He recalled with great anxiety the look
in her eyes as she blew him a kiss, he also recognised that look. It was one of
lust, of raw sexual desire. For some inexplicable reason he covered his breasts
with his arms only afterwards realising just what a feminine gesture it was.
“And the only thing between her and me is
that chair.” he gasped, glancing with trepidation at the flimsy piece of
furniture at the door.
There was only one option.
He softly knocked on the interconnecting
door to Lady Charlotte’s room and hearing her voice bid him enter he slowly
opened it and sheepishly moved quietly into the room.
Lady Charlotte sat at her dressing room
table with Alice behind her removing her pink pearl hair pins.
“Ah!, our manly hero, Alice.” she trumpeted
theatrically as she regarded him in the mirror “no doubt here to offer us his
masculine protection.”
“And such a fine specimen of manhood he is,
your ladyship.” Alice replied. “I’m sure we will all sleep soundly in our beds
this evening, safe in the knowledge of such a fearless defender of our virtue.”
Aubrey was far too distracted by the
imminent threat of being violated by Roberta to notice the smirk on Alice’s
face or the thinly veiled gentle mockery in Lady Charlotte’s voice.
“Yes my dear.” Lady Charlotte said stifling
a giggle “You wish to see me before retiring for the night?”
“Well…I…”he began, glancing over his
shoulder at the open interconnecting door.
“Yes?” Lady Charlotte pressed him to
continue.
“Ah…I… it’s just…”he stumbled over his
words as both women’s intense gaze fell on him. “I’m… a little… concerned…” he
faltered
“Yes?” Lady Charlotte encouraged him with a
gentle smile.
“Roberta!” he blurted unable to
organise his fears into a coherent sentence.
“Roberta?”Lady Charlotte repeated with a
quizzical look.
“I’m sure she will try to enter my room
when everyone is asleep.” he exclaimed in an excited and obviously worried
voice.
“And you will be unable to…”Lady Charlotte
looked at him with a barely concealed smile “safeguard your masculine honour.”
“I’ve placed a chair at the door handle but
she’s far too… too…”he stammered, finding it difficult to admit the obvious
fact.
“Too, shall we say athletic?”Lady Charlotte
said, sparing him the embarrassment of a more honest appraisal of Roberta’s
superiority over him.
“Yes, yes, athletic.” Aubrey sized on the
word gratefully.
“And you are afraid she will discover your little
secret?” Lady Charlotte suggested.
“Little!” Alice repeated her mistress’s
phrase with a derisive snort as she looked at Aubrey and he noticed her eyes
fall to his groin.
Aubrey nodded his agreement, his anxiety
levels rising by the second, Alice’s insult barely registered with him.
“And how exactly do you think we could prevent
my god-daughter having her wicked way with you?” Lady Charlotte enquired.
He tried to make his suggestion but his
mouth went dry. His head turned to the large couch at the wall. Her eyes
followed his gaze.
“You wish to sleep in my room!” Lady Charlotte
exclaimed, clearly taken aback at the suggestion, however her handsome face
although seemly astonished did not portray any obvious sign of disgust.
“I could arrange a room in the servants
quarters your ladyship.” Alice said.
From the look on his face it was obvious
that this suggestion only served to increase Aubrey’s anxiety as he knew that
in such an arrangement he would go from the frying pan into the fire. He was
relieved when Lady Charlotte dismissed it.
“I’m afraid I can’t have a young man of
Aubrey’s class sleeping in the servant’s quarters.” she said.
“The couch…”he began but both women ignored
him.
“Mmm.” Lady Charlotte pondered the problem
“Perhaps but Roberta could still sneak in here and I am a sound sleeper, I
would not hear her.”
Silence descended on the room as Lady
Charlotte deliberated on the dilemma.
“I’m afraid there is only one way to ensure
his safety.” Lady Charlotte said gravely, her face taking on a most serious
expression.
“Oh your ladyship…” Alice gasped and looked
at Aubrey “Surely you don’t mean…”
“Yes Alice I’m afraid I do.” Lady Charlotte
sighed with an air of resignation and looked at Aubrey’s male attire with
disdain “The idea of a male sharing my bed is quite repulsive to me of course. An
irritating and vexatious sex at the best of times but vile creatures once
aroused.”
“Dreadful and bestial.” Alice snorted in
disgust.
“I do hope you’re not one of those
types Aubrey?” Lady Charlotte enquired of the boy. “The type that would take
advantage of a lady’s kindness.
Aubrey thought he heard a noise from his
room, he couldn’t be sure but it was enough to concentrate his mind.
“Oh no Lady Charlotte.” he answered quickly
with one ear listening for any activity in his room. “I’m not that kind of
man.”
“Man!”Alice, once again snorted with
derision.
“Aubrey.”Lady Charlotte said in a soft,
sympathetic voice and taking both his hands in hers smiled at him “Dear Aubrey,
after all these months of dressing you in beautifully elegant gowns, expensive
corsetry and lingerie, educating you in the art of femininity, freeing you of
those vile male characteristics you
surely cannot think we consider you male. You have made so much progress in
embracing the honourable and worthy feminine values your mother and I hold so dear I would be most
disappointed if you abandoned your education now. But if you feel so masculine then
perhaps you should have no trouble in dealing with Roberta. I’m sure when she
discovers you are anatomically male she will be discreet and your secret will
remain safe.”
Another phantom noise from the other room
distracted him momentarily.
Of course he knew a lady of her impeccable
moral standards could not countenance having a male share her bed. If he wanted
sanctuary in her bed it would have to be as a girl. He had spent every moment
of every day for months dressed as a girl he reasoned, why should tonight be
any different?
“Aubrey.” Lady Charlotte said in a slightly
sharper tone “Are you listening to me?”
“Yes, Lady Charlotte” he said.
“Do you feel masculine enough to repel
Roberta?” Lady Charlotte she repeated.
Thinking this was one thing actually admitting
it out loud was shameful.
“No, Lady Charlotte.” he replied.
“So you feel feminine enough to share my
bed?”she asked in a tone of voice that he knew required more than a perfunctory
answer. He felt another sliver of male dignity fall away as he muster as much
enthusiasm as he could under the circumstances after all the alternative was
too horrible to imagine.
“Oh yes Lady Charlotte.” he lied and added
for good measure “Quite feminine.”
Her face softened and she smiled, he could
see he made the right decision.
“Very well, on this occasion I will allow
you to share my bed.” she said.
“Of
course you will have to be properly attired.” Lady Charlotte replied and turned
to Alice “There is no need to fetch one of his nightgowns he can wear one of
mine. The pink satin one with the long sleeves I think. Pink really does suit
you, doesn’t it Aubrey?”
Perhaps it was a question designed to test
the faux enthusiasm he had shown or yet another small humiliation to be endured.
He was so relieved at being saved from an encounter with Roberta he would
gladly wear anything she wished him to wear. After all he was quite used to
wearing soft feminine nightgowns. It was a small price to pay.
“Oh
yes Lady Charlotte.” he said with a degree of enthusiasm that surprised even her
“Pink one of my favourite colours.”
“If I may have a word your ladyship.”Alice
said and whispered into her mistress’s ear.
“Ah yes Alice, thank you I almost forgot.”
Lady Charlotte said and turned to Aubrey once more “Please remove those clothes
Aubrey.”
The young man looked around for somewhere
private to undress.
“Oh for heaven’s sake Aubrey.” Lady
Charlotte said impatiently “We have both seen you naked, disrobe immediately or
Alice will do it for you.”
Within minutes he was naked in front of them
and as Alice removed each item of clothing he could only use his hands to cover
his genitals.
“Such modesty, Alice.”Lady Charlotte cooed
taking in the sight in front of her “How sweet.”
Alice, standing next to her mistress and
holding a silk nightgown over-laid with chiffon in the most delicate shade of
pink, knew this was a signal to draw Aubrey further into the web of
feminisation Lady Charlotte was spinning.
“I hope you won’t consider me impertinent,
your ladyship.” Alice said as she held out the nightgown to the quivering youth
and as he reached out with one hand to take it she suddenly turned to Lady
Charlotte leaving him grasping at thin air and his genitals exposed.”Your offer
of refuge to Master Aubrey is extremely commendable not to mention brave but I
am most concerned for your virtue.”
She paused before looking at Aubrey once
more.
“Despite the unquestionable progress in his
education in the values and ideals of femininity, he is after all a male.”
Another barely disguised look of contempt
was thrown in his direction before she added,
“And they are slaves to their bestial
urges.”
Lady Charlotte sighed wearily at Alice’s
observation.
“Yes, I suppose you are right. It really is
quite impossible for any male to resist the depraved impulse that is always
trying to rear its ugly head. But if I leave him on his own Roberta will
undoubtedly attempt to have her way with him and the poor boy’s little secret
will be discovered.”
She interrupted her deliberations and with
a look of resignation gazed at Aubrey.
“It is such a moral dilemma. Perhaps we
should return him to his own room surely Roberta will not be so audacious after
all somewhere inside her she is a very well-bred young lady.”
Aubrey felt a familiar panic rise inside
him, he knew as sure as day follows night Roberta was clearly going to invade
his room when she felt it would be safe and when she did he would be helpless.
Once she discovered his true sex his life would be ruined and all of London
would know he had been a feminised male.
“No…no…please Lady Charlotte.” he begged
“I… promise…I won’t…”
“If I could suggest an alternative, your
ladyship?” Alice said leaving the nightgown on the bed and moving to her mistress’s
bedside table “I anticipated such situation and thought you may wish to consider
this.
She held out a walnut box to Lady
Charlotte.
Lady Charlotte opened the box and removing
its contents smiled at Alice.
“It will ensure that Master Aubrey will be
unable to act on any involuntary… ahem… energy that may develop in his nether
regions.”
Lady Charlotte held up the apparatus to
examine it.
“It looks like a miniature…” Lady Charlotte
said holding up the item “corset. And in pink satin, Aubrey favourite colour.
It really is so wonderfully pretty.”
“Exactly, your ladyship.” Alice helpfully
pointed out “And pink is a befitting colour for such a device. “
Alice removed a long thin strip of leather
also in pink with various rings attached as well as a small padlock.
“This belt goes around the waist.” Alice’s
face suddenly took on a look of glee as she continued,
“The dreadful organ is placed into the
corset.” Alice explained as Lady Charlotte looked on in fascination and Aubrey
in horror “which as you can see has laces like any corset to tighten it. It
also has five small whalebones which keep the …ahem…the item secure once the
laces are pulled and the ring underneath is attached to a clip on this strip of
strong silk. Once in place the length of silk is pulled between the legs and
attached to another ring on the belt and secured with the small padlock. So no
matter how… “
Alice paused, reluctant to complete the
sentence.
“Energised?” Lady Charlotte suggested.
“Yes your ladyship, energised.” Alice
agreed and looked at Aubrey who did not know whether to blush or cry. “ No
matter how energised the organ gets it is tightly restrained in a downward
position and cannot escape its corset and become …ahem… if you will forgive the
expression your ladyship…erect.”
“It is such a pretty device.” Lady
Charlotte said nonchalantly, examining the miniature corset.
“And very effective, your ladyship.”Alice
declared proudly. “Males are such undisciplined and selfish creatures they need
to be taught how to behave. Wearing this corset there is absolutely no chance
of a male being able to act on his depraved urges. A lady’s virtue would be
perfectly safe.”
“And
discomfort?” Lady Charlotte asked her.
“None whatsoever, m’lady.”Alice announced
assuredly with a smile. “At least not that I’m aware of.”
“Well it certainly would solve the
immediate problem.” Lady Charlotte said.
Both women looked inquiringly at the young
man who by now was looking quite pale.
“Are you willing to …”Lady Charlotte
glanced at the perfectly miniaturised corset with a curious face before turning
to Aubrey and with the sweetest smile continued “wear this ..ahem ..garment under your
nightgown to safeguard my reputation?”
The young man looked at the small , almost
innocuous item in horror and
involuntarily let out a low whimper.
“I fear we are asking far too much of the
poor boy. I suppose it is understandable why he would not wish to be encased
such an emasculating garment.” Lady Charlotte sighed to Alice as she observed
his reaction. “Unfortunately he cannot seek the refuge of my bed if I am not
protected.”
Lady Charlotte looked at him pensively and
once more sighed wearily.
“I’m afraid you will have to sleep in your
own bed after all and hopefully Roberta will not disturb you .”
She nodded to Alice who took him by the arm
and began to steer him towards the door.
The prospect of having Roberta forcing
herself on him and revealing his true sex was by far the more appalling
scenario. Would the mortification of
wearing such a ghastly device be a price worth paying for the protection of
Lady Charlotte’s bed?
His fear trumped everything.
“Please Lady Charlotte let me stay.” he
pleaded “I will gladly wear the…the…”
“Your Chastity Corset.” Lady Charlotte
helpfully offered.
“Yes..yes.” he gulped and repeated “The
Chastity Corset.”
“No.” Lady Charlotte corrected him “Your Chastity
Corset.”
Shame engulfed him but he had no other
option, he swallowed hard and fought back the tears.
“My Chastity Corset.” he said quietly.
Lady Charlotte smiled but said nothing and
handed the apparatus to Alice.
“This will ensure you will not be able to
act on those ghastly male urges.” his Governess said, Aubrey looked on in
horror as she expertly prepared the instrument. “Lift your nightgown young
lady.”
His hands trembled as he lifted the several
layers of soft silk and chiffon and he could feel tears well up inside. Alice
first put the belt in place and then slipped the corset over his flaccid penis
and leaving the glans exposed she began pulling the laces.
Manfully, he somehow continued to hold back
the tears as he watched her attach the clip to the silk cord and draw the
corseted penis downward. She threaded the cord between his leg and he felt a
sharp tug as his penis was pulled tight against his testicles with the head
peeping out from its new whalebone and satin gaol. He heard a sharp click and
knew his manhood, just like its owner, had now also been imprisoned by Lady
Charlotte.
“As your ladyship can see,” Alice informed
her mistress “the horrible organ is safely secured and I have left the top of
it free so Miss Aubrey can urinate, in the correct feminine position of
course.”
He
dropped his nightgown as the tears finally began to flow and Alice smiled
triumphantly
“Oh do stop that unnecessary girlish
display.” Lady Charlotte admonished him “Now lift your nightgown again I wish
to inspect it for myself.
Sobbing quietly he once more lifted the
soft material of the nightgown above his waist.
Lady Charlotte bent down to examine Alice’s
handiwork.
“It does look quite safe and secure.” she
said and smiling added, “Tame, almost innocuous.”
“Yes your ladyship,” Alice answered with an
elated smile “Quite harmless.”
Aubrey almost jumped as Lady Charlotte took
the tip of the penis between her thumb and forefinger and gently massaged it.
Despite his abject humiliation, and to his horror, her gentle touch produced a
swelling in his testes and although he could not see it he could feel the glans
of the penis distending as much as was allowed by the constraints of its
corset. He could feel waves of exquisite sensations flood his brain and his
body as her caress lingered, he desperately wanted to touch it to relieve this
unbearable torture but he knew that was obviously out of the question.
Lady Charlotte eyes widened as she
continued to observe the head of his penis strain against its corset and twitch
at her every touch. He could feel his knees becoming weaker and he groaned
softly. She took her hands away and turning to Alice instructed her to fetch
her something downstairs and as the door closed she returned to Aubrey, who
still held his nightgown at his waist.
“Now my darling Aubrey,” she said as she
stepped so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his face “you do
understand why you must be corseted…down there?”
To make her point her delicate fingers once
more played with his confined member and with each touch it struggled vainly to
become erect however the apparatus ensured it was kept securely between his
legs. It was an automatic male response and one no malee could control. He let
out a low whimper at her touch.
Aubrey had been dressed, educated and
treated as a girl for several months and although he still managed to retain a
degree of masculinity – as his sexual organ was even now demonstrating- he was acutely
aware that these months had taken their toll on his manliness. As much as he wished
to, he could not deny he had become more graceful and lithe in his movements,
his mannerisms were now more feminine than masculine and his male aggression
had all but disappeared. This was achieved through a process that Alice
referred to as his ‘daily milking’ whereby she would ensure his sexual organ
was aroused and after donning a special satin glove would bring him to climax. As
the glove tightened and relaxed he was helpless and at her mercy, shamefully admitting
in the throes of ecstasy that he liked being dressed as a girl and it was the only way to help him control
his ghastly male urges. Although the procedure
contained a few intense yet very fleeting moments of pleasure, ultimately it
was an extremely humiliating experience that ensured he would remain dressed as
a girl and continue to endure life under female authority.
Lady Charlotte’s
question hung in the air as her fingers continued to play with the head of his
penis, spasms of pleasure exploded in his brain with each touch and although
both of them knew the question was rhetorical both also knew he was obliged to
answer it out loud.
“Y…yes, Lady
Charlotte.” he replied, his voice barely rising above a whisper.
“Because?” she
asked fixing him with her large blue eyes while her thumb caressed his glans.
The answer was
one he had become used to giving Alice but it was not enough merely to mouth
the words. No, they had to be delivered with genuine conviction otherwise he
would be subjected to any one of several punishments. The punishment in this
case would be leaving him at the tender mercies of Roberta Cockshott. It was
incentive enough to sacrifice another sliver of the small amount of dignity he
was desperately trying to retain. He swallowed hard and lowered his eyes as Alice
had taught him.
“Because… I need
your help to behave in a more restrained and feminine manner.” he said softly
and then with a genuineness that surprised him he added, “Girls do not behave
in such a ghastly manner.”
This seemingly
sincere admission of his shame regarding his base male desires had a startling
and unexpected effect on Lady Charlotte which was quite unforeseen by him.
“Oh my darling
boy!” she gushed becoming quite emotional, he thought he saw tears in her eyes
as she took both his hands in hers allowing his nightgown fall. She smiled and
quite unexpectedly embraced him, kissing him tenderly on the lips “It makes me
very happy to hear you say that with such honesty and it is quite obvious you
are making a great effort to contain those crass, debased male compulsions.”
She pressed his
face into her ample bosom, her right hand falling to his buttocks drawing him
even tighter to her body. He knew that despite his organ being firmly corseted
between his legs there would still be a response to the proximity of soft
feminine flesh. He was also acutely aware that such an arrogant display of the
sexual male urge would undoubtedly and immediately have an extreme negative
effect on her. Ensuring that he remained limp and soft was imperative. He
closed his eyes and began thinking of algebraic abstractions, cricket scores,
the genus of aquatic animals- anything to sooth the savage beast that nested
between his legs.
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“You will
discover that many ladies find such qualities extremely attractive in a male.” she
said in a low voice holding him tighter to her body. “You would be extremely
popular and in great demand from the fair sex.
He barely heard
her as he concentrated on remembering the scores from the various cricket matches
he had attended last year.
His penis somehow
continued toremain flaccid and in her secure embrace this did not go unnoticed by
her.
“What a
well-bred girl you are.” she said tenderly and kissed him lightly once more on
the lips and her hand slid between his legs “I hope you don’t object to me
referring to you as a girl Aubrey?”
Aubrey, trying
desperately to keep his member from surging against her hand, was too busy focusing
his mind on the order of the Australian batsmen from the second Test match at
Lord’s. He had never been touched by a woman like this before and was having
great difficulty in maintaining his organ’s limp state.
“Aubrey, are you
listening?” Lady Charlotte said stroking his face.
“No…no…, of course not.” he croaked “I… don’t
mind being called a girl.”
He was
concentrating so much she could have called him the Duchess of Devonshire and
he would not have cared.
“Good girl.” she
replied and looked him in the eyes “Of course it’s only natural to have these
urges particularly when you’re being kissed by an attractive woman. Do find me
attractive Aubrey?”
She kissed him
softly and her hand touched him once more.
“Ooh.. yes…
yes…Lady Charlotte.” he whimpered his brain in such turmoil he did not hear the
door opening as Alice returned.
“Would you like
to make love to me?” she asked fixing him with her gaze.
She did not need
to hear his reply her hand already had the answer.
“And you know I
only make love to women.” she said, her hand squeezing him again.
“Aaah…
y…yes…yes.” he somehow managed to utter.
He was led to
the bed where Alice was arranging the satin pillows across side of the bed. As
she finished her task and stood back he expected her to release him from his
penile corset. Lady Charlotte kissed him once more on the lips.
“Is this your
first time Aubrey?”
He nodded
shamefully. She smiled and caressed his cheek, turning away from him she added
some powder to a glass of water and gave it to him.
“Well don’t
worry my darling. Now drink this.” she said reassuringly “I’ll be gentle.”
He looked down
at his groin.
“Oh don’t
worry.” Lady Charlotte said as she positioned him facing the bed and gently
eased him face down onto the bed. “You won’t need that.”
From his
prostrate position he felt the soft satin of the pillow brush against his cheek
and began to feel more relaxed. He could see Alice approaching the bed with a
tray containing a jar, a rubber glove and a rectangular teak box. She smiled at
Aubrey before addressing her mistress.
“Shall I apply
the unguent now, your ladyship?”
“Yes Alice.” she
said “I think Master Aubrey may be sufficiently relaxed.”
Aubrey did
indeed feel less anxious than he had been but was slightly confused at the
sight of Alice pulling on the rubber glove and squeezing the contents of the
tube onto it. She raised his nightgown, hips reacted and his buttocks clenched
as he felt the unguent being applied between them.
“Oooh… what….”he
blurted, feeling an unusual sensation.
“Hush now Aubrey
.” he heard Lady Charlotte’s soothing voice say as he felt the weight of her
body on his back, her breasts gently pressing into his shoulders and sensed her
delightful perfume invade his brain,. He
felt her hands on his buttocks and yet another strange sensation between them.
He tried to move from under her but her weight held him firmly in place under
her soft flesh.
“Relax, my
darling boy.” she whispered kissing him tenderly on the neck “You’ll be a woman
soon and I want you to enjoy it the way a woman does.”
